Chronicles Of Arth: Prince Of Shadows

Subthor again

So I got confused with the uploading time

Is it 11 am or 11 pm?

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"I don't know what in the world you were thinking. I have no idea at all." Said Theodore with a huge sigh. "What part of your brain decided it would be a great idea to become a blood bank for a hundred bloodthirsty suckers?"

"The same part of my brain that wondered how it would feel like to be preyed upon Blast Ended Skrewts," Replied Arth looking a little pale with a smile plastered on his face. "It was quite interesting really, sorta like getting mosquito leeches attached all over your body. There is this suction feeling and draining sensation as they slowly drain you dry."

Theodore sighed.

"I swear, I don't know who is more enthusiastic about monsters, you or Hagrid."

Arth gave a teasing smile, "most likely me. Why are you even helping me walk? I don't need help you know?"

Theodore replied with a very dark look.

"Staying in that class right after what just happened? No thanks. I'll take any excuse to stay away from those exploding scorpions."

While attempting to remove Arth from the bundle of Skrewts, Hagrid accidentally knocked a few Skrewts free who went rampaging off in the pumpkin patch. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were the only volunteers willing to help Hagrid.

Arth rolled his eyes.

"You have no appreciation for beauty."

Theodore raised an eyebrow before answering, "I do have a sense of beauty, one that is normal that is."

"Loving Skrewts is perfectly normal."

"Sure, let's say that. However, your sense for girls is still terrible."

Arthur sighed.

"What do you mean? Is this about Scarlett?"

Theodore nodded.

"She was ranting all about it to me and Daphne. It took all the willpower inside of me not to shove my head into the fireplace. I don't know why you don't fancy her. She hella good looking."

Arth shrugged.

"I prefer to not operate based on the tiny little thing that dangles in between your legs. Way more sensible to use a brain. Less confusing as well."

"My poor boy, that is what love is."

Arth scoffed.

"Love based on looks? Please. If there was ever a situation where love like that worked, then it would have been in some sort of fantasy harem novel that some horny old male dreamed about."

"I don't know why you are so dumb on certain subjects."

"Maybe it's because a certain group of people view me as less than genius so I finally get to reveal some flaws that allows me to have more personality than "I'm so smart", "I know everything", "I'm basically another Hermione except with more brains and basically a whole different personality"."

"How are you like Hermione if you have a totally different personality?"

"I dunno, ask them."

"Who are them?"

"Never mind," said Arth with a sigh, "you wouldn't know. Honestly, confusing me with some anti turkey leg girl."

"Whatever, What class do you have next?" Asked Theodore starting to get a bit annoyed.

"Divination."

"You still take that piece of shit class?"

"I find it very interesting."

"I find it meaningless," Replied Theodore with a frown. "That teacher is a fraud."

"Maybe it is."

Theodore stared at Arth's pale complexion and had an aha moment.

"Now That I think about it, I had a blood supplement pill. Do you want it? It might help you with your. . . . Lack of blood."

Arth hesitated.

"Is it St. Mungo certified?"

Theodore looked away.

"Not yet, but it will."

"Hell no. The last time I ate one of your creations, it made me hurl for an hour."

"This one will work, plus, how else are you going to recover quickly?"

"By not eating your poisoned pill."

"Fine, your loss."

Theodore And Arth soon made it to the North tower where the top of a tightly spiraling staircase, a silver stepladder led to a circular trapdoor in the ceiling.

"Well, see you Theodore in DADA."

"See you, don't faint during class."

"I won't."

The familiar sweet perfume spreading from the fire met his nostrils as he emerged at the top of the stepladder. As ever, the curtains were all closed; the circular room was bathed in a dim reddish light cast by the many lamps, which were all dr.a.p.ed with scarves and shawls. Arth walked through the mass of chintz chairs and poufs that cluttered the room, and sat down at the same small circular table.

"Good day," said the misty voice of Professor Trelawney right behind Arthur.

A very thin woman with enormous glasses that made her eyes appear far too large for her face. The usual large amount of beads, chains, and bangles glittered upon her person in the firelight.

"You seem awfully pale my dear. Did something happen?"

Arth gave a bright smile.

"I got drained by Hagrid's Blast Ended Skrewts."

"Oh dear, have some tea."

"Thank you."

Arth and Professor Trelawney sat down staring at each other waiting for the other students to appear.